Emptied, she waits for her children to drop by, call, bring heaps of dirty laundry, anything. Emptied, she waits, silent heart shrivelling. Little does she know that when her progeny dropped from her grasp, one day the sun would shine and seed would spawn and green grandchildren would spring up to fill her quiver full.

Emptied,
she waits
for her children
to drop by,
call,
bring heaps of dirty laundry,
anything.
Emptied,
she waits,
silent heart
shrivelling.
Little does she know
that when her progeny
dropped from her grasp,
one day
the sun would shine
and seed would spawn
and green grandchildren
would spring up
to fill her quiver
full.
What are your thoughts?